lock
the door
before
heading
out,
everytime.

innocuous.

to:
edward,
you
are
in our
breath.

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l
usive.

thousands
think
after seeing
words,
millions
think
after seeing
images,
but
how many
out there
that think
after seeing
an abstract
collection,
of wild patterns
of unidentifiable
intentions?

What if
the black hole,
is something similar
to the door that
Truman Burbank exited;

an alternate world to his, where over there only truth exists?

The                         failings
of


mainstream media

is a bless
                to the society.

The polemic exists
when the full circle persist;

The space in between?

A mess that you don't have to clean?

A question of what could have been?

The questions are valid
for the idea is not obsolete.

I heard that
you're coming back,
but don't ever be like lush,

when things turned black,
head went off in a rush.